I am from construction sites,
from wood and nails,
I am from the water in the mini fridge,
(clear, refreshing, it tasted like heaven.) I am from toasted subway sandwiches and cold coca-cola
From the bruise my father got to the hammer,
the beer my uncle never left his sight
I am from my uncles
who stand strong above these houses
out in the hot sun
from wood and nails,
I am from the water in the mini fridge,
(clear, refreshing, it tasted like heaven.)
I am from toasted subway sandwiches and cold coca-cola
From the bruise my father got to the hammer,
the beer my uncle never left his sight
I am from my uncles
who stand strong above these houses
out in the hot sun